It’s true. I’m a failure. My first foray at being a dog
foster mom ended after a month. I just gave up—and adopted my foster. I couldn’t
let Nixie go!
Doesn't she look happy about it?
Until Nixie, I’d been dogless for one
year, seven months, and sixteen days. Not that I was counting or anything. My
former furbaby was 15 years, 2 months when she died. She’d been ailing with
arthritis, incontinence, and episodes of vertigo before we finally made the
heart-wrenching decision to let her go. Grieving took quite some time. We
gradually got used to not having a dog, but there was always something missing.
So we decided to foster dogs for a while.
Nixie’s a 3 year old Labrador mix. She was abused as a pup—some
degenerate characters used her for BB gun target practice!! Grrrrrr. After
getting the embedded BBs removed, she was adopted by another family nearby.
Unfortunately, a year later she was having some issues with one of their kids,
so they gave Nix back to the rescue.
The rescue wanted to place her in a home with no kids or
other pets. We decided to give her a chance! She was upset when her former
owner dropped her off, and had a rough first week. After that, she settled in
nicely. She loves twice-a-day walks, belly rubs, and peanut butter. And murder.
So far she’s killed a baby rabbit, a half-dozen voles and two snakes. Birds,
however, are not a problem. A bird could land on her back and she probably
wouldn’t care. Go figure.